Daze Of The Weak Poem by NikMorgan ...

They gave us a voice
So we can say what they want
But never question
Accept and agree
Tick boxes
Nothing changes
The only choice is no choice at all
The bland leading the blind
Gives a blinkered view
They think for us
In reality they think only of themselves
They spin frantic
Like a washing machine
Delivering the same drone day after day
Telling us what to watch
What to buy, what to think
We stand in line
Come on cue
We are junkies of convenience
Happy shoppers one and all